Anger coursed through his blue skin, yet peace and calmness flowed through him as well. He let out a huff as he sat down at his desk and he ran a hand down his face with the run of his hand it seemed to wipe away all of the stress that was on the Chiss' face. Thrawn looked at the strange darksaber that he had placed on his desk, next to the damaged longer lightsaber hilt, earlier before Emperor Palpatine had decided to patch a transmission through his holo-comm.

Thrawn now stood taking the darksaber in his hand. The longer he stared at the hilt of the saber, he realized the engravings in the hilt ad the material of it was purely Mandalorian. The Mandalorian Rebel must have dropped this in their escape, Thrawn thought to himself. 

Thrawn ran his fingers over the engravings as he walked over to the spot in his office that held all of the Mandalorian art. The darksaber, like it's lightsaber counterpart, had perfect balance. He ignited the blade that reminded him of a black abyss. His eyes and attention couldn't be pulled away from the alluring darkness. Extinguishing the blade, Thrawn set the darksaber with the rest of his Mandalorian collect to be inspected further at a later time.

He walked back to his desk and eyed the nonfunctioning lightsaber. He knew the origins of this one. It was Maul's. Specifically handmade by the ex-Sith Assassin for himself. Thrawn doubted that even if it was in any sort of functioning condition that the lightsaber would not respond to him. Everything about the lightsaber was artificial, but nothing would respond as if the saber knew that it wasn't Maul holding it. Without taking the saber apart, Thrawn merely peered into the hilt and could see two dull artificial kyber crystals. Everything that Thrawn saw about this lightsaber reflected what he had seen about Maul. The two dull crystals, the power source of the lightsaber, shining but barely. Just like Maul's hearts, the source of his life. Both still beating, but the passion and personality went. The hilt was just like his body, permanently scared but repairable. Just like the circuits and wiring, Maul's bone, muscles, all can be renewed and replaced with time. With time the shine and working conditions of the saber would hopefully be renewed, however, Thrawn and the Emperor both had hopped Maul would be permanently crushed and ruined by his experience. It would weaken his weakness, Obi-wan and with Obi-wan, the 'key to destroying the Sith' weakened, the Rebels would also be weakened. And with the Rebels weakened, the Rebellion would start to show its flaws and would soon be extinguished just like the broken lightsaber that now laid in his hands.

Walked over to a small empty space on a counter, he set the muted and somber saber down on the counter. Right at the exit of the room, Thrawn stopped and looked back at the darksaber, reapproaching it, he makeshifts a place on his belt wear the saber could be placed. Thrawn placed a smirk on his face as he walked through the halls of his ship. He was very much pleased to be back constantly moving through space faster than the sluggish prison. He had stopped in front of the only door in the hall that had a window. 

He peered in and saw his prisoner. He knew the Rebels would be back and when they get him, they will get more than they ever will expect. Thrawn's blood rushed with expectation and excitement as he stalked his ship to the helm of his massive ship. As he reached the helm, Thrawn couldn't feel more confident about which side was going to win the war. Even with Lord Vader dead, Thrawn felt as a more than worthy replacement. Thrawn could nearly reach victory over the Rebels as he held an important piece of Mandalorian history on his belt. He gave a command to his officers. It's time to find out your past, darksaber.